It’s a borderline personality thing.

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Conversations with my shadow self Little voices turn in to little people, Who sit in a judgement circle. Archetypes of the different self,   And the shadow self sits as judge. Hope to its left and faith to the right, …

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Hope has gone

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I want the world to go away, What was a playground is now an empty shop, High streets over taken by betting and coffee sipping, Children used words of deepest blue. The monsters no longer hide in darkness, Freedom to …

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The accidental hermit is changing

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The main problem for me with Borderline personality disorder is that constant flow of negative thoughts and feelings that run through my mind; the inability to form and maintain healthy relationships on all levels personal, professional and on a family …

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Talking About Self-harm

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Self-harm is not just about cutting or burning, its also excessive drinking or drug use and other things that you know will cause harm to your self. I like and many people with mental illness self harm and I can …

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Blacken buildings and blackish heart

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Blacken buildings and blackish heart Fill our news while white van men drive over the country. To kill yes kill the brown men of different belief, The same brown men could be found streets a way, But the level of …

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june19 the world uk 2017

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I have a voice. But too terrified to speak. I see the hate like ribbons on Yggdrasil Dancing in the wind of dark voices. Humans claim race but for-gets! Humanity. Fire burns and more poor vanish As white man in …

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Silent footsteps cross the mind

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Silent footsteps cross the mind, As sunshine calls the child inside to play, Blue skies and green bud, Blossom on the breeze, And desires burst forth like snowdrops, As ribbons of the mind bind the body, Contorting the soul, Fear …

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Sunday Dreaming

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Skies dance in grey and blue, Sun shines as wind whips, Rain obscures the windows view, And the shadows walk the halls, The voices of the past echo in the silence, The soul sits in contemplation. The enlightenment of isolation, …

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When did it change?

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When did it change? Was it always this way? Was kindness a delusion? Has my psychosis heal? Was the hate always present? Did it hang like shadows? Kept away by medicated realties. Was its voice muffled by drugs? Was vision …

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The Shadows Climb Walls

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Shadows climb walls, As memories infest the contemporaneous, The past now weaponised! The future poisoned. The present encaged Feelings bounce like rubber balls, Times stands still. Trapped between the seconds. I dance in darkness hiding from the light. But soon …

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